Can’t Win Me Back

"Lyse, you're finally awake!" Jameson held Alyssa's soft hands tightly as he caressed and kissed them longingly.

He had been so anxious that he was on the brink of tears.

"You've been sleeping for 24 hours.

You really scared me to death.

I was afraid that you were unwell! "T got a doctor to come over while you were asleep and got you injected with glucose.

You can't keep going on without food.

No matter how much you hate me, you shouldn't torture yourself.

Is it even worth it this way?" As a doctor, Alyssa knew she couldn't hold up much longer.

This bastard, Jameson, was right.

Even if she wanted to kill him, she needed to gather enough strength to do so.

"I'm craving meat," Alyssa uttered without looking at him.

After five days, Jameson finally invoked a normal response from her.

The quiver in his eyes reflected the joy within him.

"Sure...

staff prepare something

It'll be ready soon.

Lyse!" Less than an hour later, the kitchen staff prepared an

in a wheelchair, two female helpers pushed her into the bathroom

groomed her, and changed

little color returned to her face when

still sunken, and she

gaze was

down, and put his arms around

his arms, a look of hatred flashed across

devoid of

carefully to the dining

sat her on his lap and continued to hold her

care that his straightened

mobility

tenderly and affectionately, Jameson cut the steak into small pieces and fed them

Jameson's patience was reserved

her moistened

by piece, she finished the entire

her eyes had faded, replaced by

fingers grazing

you'll look good in your wedding dress

of course, you're also very beautiful now." Alyssa shuddered when she thought about that drug that could

overly resistant against Jameson's idea of